Dear Hubby thinks he has a rival for my affections. No, it's not what you think--it's just my mother's dog, who is "visiting" with us for a few days. By visiting, I mean taking over every flat cushioned surface and making himself a permanent fixture under the dining room table.
For some reason, he thinks I am the new temporary mistress, so everywhere I go, he trails along. Did I mention that he's a poodle?! Poodles, if you weren't already aware, are "talkative", which is just another way of saying whiny and noisy. Poodles, I've learned, will bark at strangers at your door, strangers on the street, neighbours, wildlife, leaves blowing in the wind--in short, at everything that moves!
It's been war the last few evenings when it is time to go to bed. This is the way it usually works--I gently lead the dog to the downstairs bedroom and point to his bed. Then I go upstairs to take a shower. Halfway up the stairs, the whining begins--which I ignore once the water is running. By the time I get out, the whine has progressed to yipping. I make a quick trip downstairs to sternly warn him to be quiet. That works for all of five minutes. Determined to have an undisturbed sleep, I stick in earplugs and turn on the fan. Nope, that doesn't work...I still can hear the noise, which by now is a very loud barking.
Hubby takes his turn heading down the stairs to quiet the dog. He barely gets into bed and it begins again. Finally, Hubby has had enough and disappears once more. Sudddenly there is peace; I am told that no violence was used, but there must be some magic involved!
And so it goes, night after night ...does anyone want a dog?!
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